Fag. And, in tenderness to my character, if your honour could bring in the chairmen and waiters, I should
esteem it as an obligation; for though I never scruple a lie to serve my master, yet it hurts ones conscience
to be found out.

[Exit.

Abs. Now for my whimsical friendif he does not know that his mistress is here, Ill tease him a little
before I tell him

Enter Faulkland.

Faulkland, youre welcome to Bath again; you are punctual in your return.

Faulk. Yes; I had nothing to detain me when I had finished the business I went on. Well, what news
since I left you? how stand matters between you and Lydia?

Abs. Faith, much as they were; I have not seen her since our quarrel; however, I expect to be recalled
every hour.

Faulk. Why dont you persuade her to go off with you at once?

Abs. What, and lose two-thirds of her fortune? You forget that, my friend.No, no, I could have brought
her to that long ago.

Faulk. Nay, then, you trifle too longif you are sure of her, propose to the aunt in your own character,
and write to Sir Anthony for his consent.

Abs. Softly, softly; for though I am convinced my little Lydia would elope with me as Ensign Beverley, yet
am I by no means certain that she would take me with the impediment of our friends consent, a regular
humdrum wedding, and the reversion of a good fortune on my side: no, no; I must prepare her gradually
for the discovery, and make myself necessary to her, before I risk it. Well, but Faulkland, youll dine
with us to-day at the hotel?

Faulk. Indeed, I cannot; I am not in spirits to be of such a party.

Abs. By heavens! I shall forswear your company. You are the most teasing, captious, incorrigible lover!Do
love like a man.

Faulk. I own I am unfit for company.

Abs. Am I not a lover; ay, and a romantic one too? Yet do I carry everywhere with me such a confounded
farrago of doubts, fears, hopes, wishes, and all the flimsy furniture of a country misss brain!

Faulk. Ah! Jack, your heart and soul are not, like mine, fixed immutably on one only object. You throw
for a large stake, but losing, you could stake and throw again:but I have set my sum of happiness on
this cast, and not to succeed were to be stripped of all.

Abs. But, for heavens sake! what grounds for apprehension can your whimsical brain conjure up at
present?

Faulk. What grounds for apprehension, did you say? Heavens! are there not a thousand! I fear for her
spiritsher healthher life!My absence may fret her; her anxiety for my return, her fears for me, may
oppress her gentle temper: and for her health, does not every hour bring me cause to be alarmed? If
it rains, some shower may even then have chilled her delicate frame! If the wind be keen, some rude
blast may have affected her! The heat of noon, the dews of the evening, may endanger the life of her
for whom only I value mine. O Jack! when delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature